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James C. Fremont
Chapter 1
He sat there cowering-cowering in the corner with nothing to hold on to. Everything once loved, once lost, once retrieved gone.. AW who cares. It wasn't ever going to return and he knew it. He knew that because of him it all became ruined-in spite of how close they came it would never work. So he just sat there crying-crying at his own pitiful ness, staring into a mirror of himself except. Except there was no image. Just a fraction of a soul lingering in the reflection of the one-way glassware looking back at him. Why? Why did he not realize that indeed one thing could lead to another? Didn't he realize that his own actions affected the outcome? Didn't he notice he WAS the answer to the truth? That his single fault could reshape something that would never fit to him again? No thought of this occurred in his mind as he wallowed in the corner picking at whatever blew by him in the dirt. All alone. And he knew it too. His world was now empty, or was it ever full?!... He did not know. But something in him did tell him that just as easily as things are done, they may be undone also. An in this he found his comfort, his shell, his last safe haven to hide behind. His only left reason to not open up to the truth.
We all know this man. We all can confine in this being I speak of because it is none other then our fear. Our fear of the unknown, and our hate of never looking into something because we know we "cant". And it haunts us-oh yes it haunts us to every end that we cannot comprehend most things in life including our own souls. So indeed, in a way, we are all lost. Until we can find a way to skip the step of denial we will forever fall into the mix of our destiny's. Trapped by our own self-loath and pinned down by simple things as refusing gestures of kindness that may very well make someone's day. OH NO. It isn't like that at all. What is that word? Oh yes, society, that's it. It's all about lack of morals. SOME THINGS WE JUST DON'T DO! It can't be explained why because it has been an unwritten law for every walk of life since before anyone can remember enough too try it another way.
But some people are fighters. Some people look beyond the hill in front of them to new frontiers and horizons. And if you would like to know. Everyone is entitle to that right. They are given the right to be their own person and create there OWN set of rules. And if you look close enough, you may find that you can too.
Rain splattered endlessly upon a women. She walked on through it all without even a glance as she wrapped herself tighter in her shawl jogging even harder to escape the penetrating bullets of the sky. She looked over the last hill of her journey seeing the lights of a familiar home in the distance. Silently she smirked to herself as she made her way even faster becoming more and more silent with each footstep. Finally she stopped at the front of the door without calling attention to her presence. With no hesitation she revealed out of her cloth a soaked piece of parchment tied with a red ribbon into a roll. Small words were spoken in the form of a spell as a dot of green light appeared and floated onto the paper immediately drying it.
Without further interruption the letter was laid down on the doorstep still flickering of the spell surrounding it. The shadowed person made a hasty exit after finishing the task and left the house to its peaceful moaning in the weathered night. One last wry smile escaped the woman's mouth as she continued to her new destination far away from the quiet home in the peaceful town.
This story has no plot what so ever yet but it picks up pretty quick I must say. so stay faithful with reviews and I will provide more and more information on this mysterious story. But I'm sure it is worth it.
Serenity
He sat there cowering-cowering in the corner with nothing to hold on to. Everything once loved, once lost, once retrieved gone.. AW who cares. It wasn't ever going to return and he knew it. He knew that because of him it all became ruined-in spite of how close they came it would never work. So he just sat there crying-crying at his own pitiful ness, staring into a mirror of himself except. Except there was no image. Just a fraction of a soul lingering in the reflection of the one-way glassware looking back at him. Why? Why did he not realize that indeed one thing could lead to another? Didn't he realize that his own actions affected the outcome? Didn't he notice he WAS the answer to the truth? That his single fault could reshape something that would never fit to him again? No thought of this occurred in his mind as he wallowed in the corner picking at whatever blew by him in the dirt. All alone. And he knew it too. His world was now empty, or was it ever full?!... He did not know. But something in him did tell him that just as easily as things are done, they may be undone also. An in this he found his comfort, his shell, his last safe haven to hide behind. His only left reason to not open up to the truth.
We all know this man. We all can confine in this being I speak of because it is none other then our fear. Our fear of the unknown, and our hate of never looking into something because we know we "cant". And it haunts us-oh yes it haunts us to every end that we cannot comprehend most things in life including our own souls. So indeed, in a way, we are all lost. Until we can find a way to skip the step of denial we will forever fall into the mix of our destiny's. Trapped by our own self-loath and pinned down by simple things as refusing gestures of kindness that may very well make someone's day. OH NO. It isn't like that at all. What is that word? Oh yes, society, that's it. It's all about lack of morals. SOME THINGS WE JUST DON'T DO! It can't be explained why because it has been an unwritten law for every walk of life since before anyone can remember enough too try it another way.
But some people are fighters. Some people look beyond the hill in front of them to new frontiers and horizons. And if you would like to know. Everyone is entitle to that right. They are given the right to be their own person and create there OWN set of rules. And if you look close enough, you may find that you can too.
Rain splattered endlessly upon a women. She walked on through it all without even a glance as she wrapped herself tighter in her shawl jogging even harder to escape the penetrating bullets of the sky. She looked over the last hill of her journey seeing the lights of a familiar home in the distance. Silently she smirked to herself as she made her way even faster becoming more and more silent with each footstep. Finally she stopped at the front of the door without calling attention to her presence. With no hesitation she revealed out of her cloth a soaked piece of parchment tied with a red ribbon into a roll. Small words were spoken in the form of a spell as a dot of green light appeared and floated onto the paper immediately drying it.
Without further interruption the letter was laid down on the doorstep still flickering of the spell surrounding it. The shadowed person made a hasty exit after finishing the task and left the house to its peaceful moaning in the weathered night. One last wry smile escaped the woman's mouth as she continued to her new destination far away from the quiet home in the peaceful town.
This story has no plot what so ever yet but it picks up pretty quick I must say. so stay faithful with reviews and I will provide more and more information on this mysterious story. But I'm sure it is worth it.
Serenity